Three years ago today Melissa and I adopted Bigg-E from the Humane Services Shelter on Higgins Line. He was a great dog, very happy, and a wonderful personality… and a lot of energy. At around 10 months-old he was brought to the shelter and stayed there for another 10 months before we met him.
When we arrived, they let him out of his pen, he ran towards us and peed on the wall, ran to the back of the hall and peed on the wall, and then ran to the middle of the room and took a dump. We knew he was meant for us, hahaha.
Melissa and I were pretty nervous, while we both grew up with dogs we didn’t know what to expect from a dog that was already grown up and who had a difficult past. Bigs was nervous, too. Poor guy was afraid of everything, but was very well behaved, and didn’t shit in the house. Well, not on a regular basis anyway.
3 years later and he’s gone on road trips, hiking and camping trips, fishing trips, and boat trips. He has stolen chocolate, pork chops, steaks, caseroles, whole chickens, beef jerky, hummus, blueberries, muffins, cheezies, and lip gloss. While he isn’t really afraid of anything anymore he will still get up and leave if we’re sweeping with a broom, but I think he’s just trying to get out of doing chores. I taught him well.
While we may have rescued him from the shelter he’s given us more joy and laughs than we ever realized he could. 3 years after meeting him he still surprises us everyday with how great he is.
Happy Birthday, buddy!
I have some friends in town today so I got the privilege of being an at-home-tourist which is one of my favourite things to do. The one thing they wanted to see was Puffins, our provincial bird, and also something I have never seen before.
We decided to head out this morning to Bay Bulls and hop on the O’Briens Whale and Bird Boat Tour and I have to say everything about the experience was excellent! We saw about a bazillion birds, including puffins, and a humpback whale. Overall I took about 500 photos and this was my favourite of a puffin touching down for a landing right next to a burrow, a hole in the ground where they live.
I know it isn’t macro, and doesn’t come close to the theme, but Dan and I have discussed if we have a great non-photo theme picture, it is better to post the good picture instead of forcing a theme picture. The project isn’t about forcing photography, but use the theme to guide us during the week. For me, the puffins guided me all day.
Next few days Dan will be posting solo so I won’t be contributing. I will still take photos and when I can I will post a batch of every day I missed.
During my lunch break today I attended a rally held by Voices for Choice, a Pro-Choice group here in St. John’s. The rally was to stand in solidarity with people in New Brunswick where they just lost their only abortion clinic. There were roughly 2 dozen people in the rally, and the message was clear, “Free abortion, on demand, from BC to Newfoundland.”
I spoke with an older woman there, she was probably in her late 60s. She was proud to see young people take on the cause of defending a woman’s right to choose. She spoke of fighting for the right to choose when she was younger and the difficulties in legalizing abortion.
A great big crew of us got together at Janet & Matt’s house for breakfast this morning. It was a deadly feed, and Matt’s chocolate chip nanner bread is the best. Starting from the left is Jeff, Deanne, Evan, Steph, Melissa, Mark & Simon, Matt, Janet, Matthew, Laura, Heather, Kieran, Melissa, and yours truly behind the camera.
Spirituality is a weird week. It is such a broad thing, and so personal to every individual. Automatically people think of religion and stuff like that, or meditation or anything within that spectrum. When looking up a definition it can be defined as “a process of personal transformation in accordance with religious ideals. It may refer to almost any kind of meaningful activity or blissful experience, but without a single, widely-agreed definition”.
Enough with the ramble. I went to an indoor firing range today and it was absolute bliss. I’ve always wanted to fire a pistol, as I watch a lot of movies and play a lot of video games. When I found out this was in town I knew it was something I wanted to try. Overall the experience was great, very humbling in a sense that I had an enormous amount of power and responsibility at my fingertips. I will go back again.
We attended a march tonight in support of peace in Gaza. Easily 300 people were in attendance, the crowd stretched back out of frame quite a ways. People were very passionately pleading for peace and for the occupation by Israel to end. And, with over 300 people marching down Water then up Duckworth, there were no traditional media outlets present, which is ridiculous and unacceptable.
So what does a towel bar (is that what it’s called?) have to do with spirituality? I took a religious studies course once called Psychology and Zen Buddhism. Throughout the course we examined various forms of traditional and non-traditional meditation. For example, that winter I used snowboarding as my meditation, shutting everything out and just focusing on the moment. It was great.
But what about this pic? I screwed this into the wall tonight and had to focus on the moment and channel my inner happiness not to rip the fucking thing out of the wall, haha.